The topics of my poems seem to range from good to bad
I've written about many things, since I was just a lad
From nature to life's many faults, and others in between
From paper plates and mass debates, and sights that I have seen
Some flow like tides on moonlit nights, and light my merry way
While others seem to flounder, when I don't have much to say
And some are very flexible, and change as I compose
Resulting in a mixture of bad verbs and muddled prose
The comments I receive are like a welcome mat of sorts
They lift my spirits and inspire some other writing thoughts
I love the interaction from the folk across the world
My face lights up with pleasure as their comments all unfurl
So I will just keep pen in hand, in case I get ideas
Whether they be wonderful or just relate my fears
I'll keep the spontaneity, for that's what suits my mood
The odd rhyme that will make you think, and some just very rude
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Writers do have many areas to touch. Nuce work. Thanks for sharing.